I saw Mr. Williams was a
little nettled at my impatience; and so I wrote to assure him I would be
as easy as I could, and wholly directed by him; especially as my father,
whose respects I mentioned, had assured me my master was setting out for
London, which he must have somehow from his own family or he would not
have written me word of it.
Saturday, Sunday.
Mr. Williams has been here both these days, as usual; but is very
indifferently received still by Mrs. Jewkes; and, to avoid suspicion, I
left them together, and went up to my closet, most of the time he was
here. He and she, I found by her, had a quarrel: and she seems quite out
of humour with him: but I thought it best not to say any thing: and he
said, he would very little trouble the house till he had an answer to his
letter from Mr. B----. And she returned, The less, the better. Poor
man! he has got but little by his openness, making Mrs. Jewkes his
confidant, as she bragged, and would have had me to do likewise.
I am more and more satisfied there is mischief brewing; and shall begin
to hide my papers, and be circumspect. She seems mighty impatient for an
answer to her letter to my master.
Monday, Tuesday, the 25th and 26th days of my heavy restraint.
Still more and more strange things to write! A messenger is returned,
and now all is out! O wretched, wretched Pamela! What, at last, will
become of me!--Such strange turns and trials sure never poor creature, of
my years, experienced.
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